Messy Subjects (Part Three).

i'm not trying to fix it; just explain it to myself. i'm not very good BUT ATLEAST I TRY. i'm not insane and the rest of you aren't normal. but isn't that what the people in the mad house say too? you think i'm with you but i'm not even with myself. do you really think i want your PITY money? i can get my own.. one day. and if it's not real to one of us can it really be real at all? it takes two right? yeah it does.. and all i'm feeling here is an emotional BUZZ. if you fill up my glass a few more times.. i might make love and i could even make history. just think.. we could make love after we fall in it.. but i'll never feel above you and to me beauty will ALWAYS be a mystery.. in my own face. that's what happens when you lose your faith. i guess there wasn't enough to go around.. so you suck it out. but how much can you really take? there has got to be a limit.. but you pay no attention to anyone's rules. make some fake stuff; break more little girl's hearts. divorce sex drugs alcohol assholes abuse emotion tongues willpower {vanished} and lies.. can't forget that. don't forget you turned on the tap either. let it fill up and drown me. but i guess it's okay you had the "human decency" to drain me after. squeezing out the juice; now i lay lifeless on the ground. i wonder who's ground it is and who else has layed here.. it's the end but it's not over yet. {when did it even start?} ready? set? GO. {i guess you have to know what you were talking about first.. retard.} but you were just too FUCKING SLOW.